In my 40s, I spent summers with my widowed mother in England. Before returning to New York, I would write playful notes and hide them around her house. Under the silver candlestick, she discovered: “The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker — and your daughter — love you.” For weeks after I left, she would call and laugh. “I found another one of your little notes!” Cleaning out her house after she died, I found a box in her bedroom. Inside was every note I’d given her, organized by year — a gift she gave back to me. — Jennifer Fell Hayes
Real Life of an MSW 
Very touching.
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Thank you for reading.
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This is and me and my oldest son! When I tell you he randomly sends me letters, text messages from times past and I send him pictures. I have pictures for ages! I love this.
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What a special bond, and a wonderful gift. I wish I had saved the written correspondences I received over years. I do, however, have a plethora of photos, and they bring back strong fond memories.
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I loved this – thank you for sharing 😊
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